#you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become someone who would fuck b*ll h*der
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jesus christ i am spending my friday night eating doritos in bed while i read r*ddie fanfic and listen to pierce the veil im fucking 14 again this is the worst time loop ever
#this is awful i am literally fourteen again#except reading about middle aged men instead of middle schoolers this time#wait i did this at sixteen too when chapter two came out oh god#and then it was college aus bc i was like ew who would to read about middle aged men? who wants to read about b*ll h*der#16 year old micah im so fucking sorry.#you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become someone who would fuck b*ll h*der#this post is a mess
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The Twin Flame - Chapter 40: "Is It Over Now?"
"Was it over then? And is it over now?"
Pairing: Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Bucky Barnes
The Twin Flame Chapter List | The Grumpy x Sunshine Universe
"Hey, Bucky? Why don't you go in? One of us should be there when she wakes up."
Bucky nods, giving Sam a slight smile of gratitude, "Thanks."
Bucky can't really bring himself to care about anything else. His palms itch with the need to be with you.
That's his priority, not listening to some lawyer strategize about how to get General Ross off your back.
His place isn't out there. His place is beside you. In the small, hospital room. In the uncomfortable, hard plastic chairs at your bedside.
His place is holding your hand, waiting for the moment that you can hold his back.
His place is stroking the hair out of your battered face, whispering sweet nothings into your ear - even if he's not sure that you can hear him.
That's his place - and there's no where else he would rather be.
His eyes never leave you from the moment he walks into your hospital room. He settles into the plastic chair and prepares himself to stay there for as long as it takes, forever if he has to.
His eyes trail your face. Down to the ever growing collection of scars, wounds, and injuries. Some fresh. Some from long ago. Each a tale of the hero you were forced to be. He can't help but wonder: would you have chosen it? Was there any part of you that wanted to be a hero?
There's a romantic notion of being a hero that is so intrinsically you. Leaving the world a better place. Saving countless lives. Protecting people that couldn't protect themselves. The selfless act of putting your life on the line so others didn't have to. He can't picture you ever turning a blind eye, not when people needed you.
On the other hand, he can't picture you ever willingly signing up for this. For the side of heroism that people didn't see. Hurting others, even people who wouldn't hesitate to hurt you. Conflicts that chip away at morality. Losing your sense of self. Looking in the mirror and watching yourself turn into a person you don't recognize. It happened to the best of them.
You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villain - wasn't that the saying?
He's not even sure why he's asking himself this. They all knew you weren't given the choice.
His eyes keep trailing down, bringing his focus back to your collection of hurt.
Your hands lie flat against the thin sheets of your hospital bed. The one furthest from him with an IV sticking out of it. His hand reaches for yours. His fingers trail over your hand. It was so familiar to him, just like coming home. His fingers run over your palm, only to feel the new roughness from even more cuts and scrapes you collected tonight.
Your hand is still cold. His own hand covers it, lending the warmth of his super soldier body heat in hopes of bringing you an ounce of comfort. He foolishly wishes that there was a way to lend you his rapid healing, his strength. He'd take your place in a heartbeat. He hopes you know that.
His eyes keep raking over you. The long, jagged scar up your wrist. It still sends a cold shiver up his spine. His gaze trails up, toward the newly restitched graze wound that he tended to in Riga.
There's a thin welt right above it. Another one across your clavicle. Like someone grabbed a piece of piping and was merciless.
The bruise on your cheekbone, the one you wore the night of your reunion and a story Bucky had not yet heard, is now almost imperceptible.
Life had put you through the wringer. That's his takeaway. There was no other way of putting it. Thinking about what you were put through tonight, anger simmers beneath his skin again. Life wasn't fair. Bucky knew that. He wasn't naive. So why did he feel like cursing life itself for being so unfair to you?
You, with a heart that believed that deep down people, that the world, were good.
You, with a warmth that melted seven decades of Bucky's icy walls in an instant.
You, who always saw the very best in him.
You, who deserved so much more.
Your breathing is shallow, soft, and still. It's the only sound in the room other than the steady beeping of your heart monitor. Tonight, he's thankful for both. He's thankful that it's rage brewing beneath his skin and not insurmountable grief. It could have so easily gone the other way. He'll never get the doctor's warning out of his head. Luck runs out.
But not tonight. Tonight, he gets to be grateful that you will wake up. Tonight, he gets to sit at your side once more. Tonight, his twin flame continues to burn.
He lowers his head, grazing his lips against the back of your hand, pressing the most gentle kiss he can muster. It's all he can do, except wait and silently will you to open your wide eyes to look at him once more.
He prays to whoever is listening. It would be the greatest gift. The last one he would ever ask for. For you to wake up. Wake up and look at him with those bright eyes one more time. He'll tell you the truth. He'll promise you forever. He'll promise to never leave again. He'll do it all if you would just open your eyes.
He didn't know what the future held for you two, what life would look like once this was all said and done. But as long as you were still here, he'd find his way back to you. He swears it. You just need to wake up.
Wake up, he begs.
Wake up, he pleads.
Wake up.
A soft swallow of air catches Bucky's attention. Your eyelids twitch. That's his only warning sign.
It's his own warning sign before you violently thrash, coughing and sputtering for air. He reacts in an instant, flying up out of his seat. He reaches for your shoulders, trying to guide you back down before you pop any of your stitches, "It's okay. It's alright. It's just me. You're safe. It's over. You're - you're safe."
"James?" you croak, your chest heaving as you gasp for air.
"I'm here. I'm here."
Your breathing is ragged, shoulders rising and falling like a fresh dose of adrenaline courses through your veins, breathing like you'd been held under water this whole time. "You're here."
"You're awake," Bucky sighs in relief. For the first time since he saw you back in New York, a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "You're really awake."
You look down at his hand, the one that rests on your hand like it's second nature to him. "You're here. You're okay."
He snorts, leave it to you to be worried about him while you were the one lying in hospital bed. "Speak for yourself."
"I live to fight another day," you chuckle, though it sounds more like a soft exhale than a real laugh. You look around the room, there's only Bucky here, sitting beside you. "What happened? Where is everyone? Sam-"
"Sam is okay," Bucky assures you, lacing his fingers with yours. "He's outside, talking to some lawyer."
That catches your attention. The gravity of the situation hits you like a ton of bricks. You're here. In a hospital. People know you're here in New York. They know what you did. You don't doubt that John would sell you out without a second thought. There's nothing that points to a happy ending for you. "A lawyer?"
"Long story. I'll let him explain. I just - I wanted to be here when you woke up. I didn't want you to be alone."
A smile breaks through your panic. He wanted to be there for you. He wanted to be here, sitting in a hard, plastic hospital chair, just to be by your side. "Thank you."
"I'll always be here for you. Always."
Though he brings you a sense of peace and calm in the raging storm, not even he can shut out all the worry and panic caused by the last 24 hours. So you ask again, "What happened?"
"Well," Bucky takes a long inhale, trying to figure out how best to summarize the chaos of the rest of the night. Or as the sun breaking through the horizon told him, the rest of the night before. "For all this talk about how valuable your blood is, you sure are willing to spill a whole lot of it."
You roll your eyes, a small huff of a chuckle leaving your lips, "I guess I should be more careful next time, wouldn't want to lose the one thing that makes me special."
Bucky's eyes snap to yours. Your hand suddenly feels heavy in his hand. "It's not your blood."
"Huh?"
"What makes you special - it's not your blood. It's not your powers. It's not any of that." His words are forceful, as though he's taken personal offense to what you said.
Your head tilts slightly, "James?"
"Have I ever said I'm sorry?"
You're not sure if it's the fact that you've just woken up or if he's genuinely not making any sense, but you're not keeping up with what Bucky is trying to tell you. "What?"
"About that day. The day that Steve left."
Your lips press into a tight line. You're suddenly caught up and you know exactly what he means. You shake your head with furrowed brows. "You don't-"
"I need to say this. Please. I need to say it." All your words catch in your throat, leaving you to wordlessly nod once. "Because I heard everything. Sam left his comms on and I heard everything... I heard Sam screaming, the kinda scream that makes your blood cold, I heard Karli crying. And I heard you say goodbye." His voice breaks as he swallows in a shaky breath. Tears burn and well in his stormy eyes. "And I was standing there on the street, listening to you say goodbye and I realized that I never even said I'm sorry. There are so many things that I never said to you because I was scared, but none of it compared to how scared I was when I thought you were gone."
He holds your hand even tighter, but he never once breaks his intense gaze with you. "And I've done a lot of shitty things in my life, but that was one of the worst. And that day - God - that day, I think about that day all the time. You don't know how many times I wished I could take it back. How many times I wanted to call you back. I've done a lot of shitty things, a lot, but telling you that we were nothing, tell you to go away, dropping your hand when you needed me, turning my back on you... I would do anything to take it back."
You could tell him that it didn't matter, that it didn't hurt, that it was okay, but that's not what he needs to hear right now. He needs you, he needs this, as much as you do. You reach out, wiping away the stray tear that pools in the outer corner of his eye, "I forgive you."
"I lied." He rests his hand on your hand. "And I'm so sorry that I lied. It was real, every second of it, every second of us. I felt it from the moment I saw you in Berlin."
"You remember that." It never occurred to you that the moment was important enough for him to remember.
"It was real," he confesses, his voice a breathy, desperate whisper. "You didn't see anything that wasn't there. It was. It was real. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to show you that it was real. I swear it was."
"It was real?"
"Every second of it," he promises.
When your heart shatters, breaks into a million little pieces, one of two things happens. Hate slowly seeps in, filling each and every crevice until it’s the only thing holding it together. Or you learn to let the light back in. You were both still learning how to let the light back in.
You softly inhale as he inches closer to you, you can almost feel his warmth seeping into you. And this time, he doesn't change his mind. He doesn't pull away.
His head tilts of its own accord, nose grazing yours ever so slightly. He licks his lips as your eyes flutter shut. His lips ghost over yours, so softly you're not even sure that you didn't make it all up.
But you know you couldn't have made it up. Because nothing has ever felt this way. Nothing has ever felt this right. You couldn't have possibly dreamed up this level of perfection. His lips meet yours, warm and sweetly. His vibranium hand skates up your neck, the cool metal sending shivers down your spine. It finds its home cupping your jaw, keeping you as close to him as possible. He kisses you over and over again, breaking apart for breath, only to pull you right back to him.
It wasn’t at all what you thought it would be. You thought it would be like a powder keg, burning everything in sight, a passion that nothing could contain. You didn’t need that burning intensity. That spark would always be there, the flame would never extinguish. That's not what either of you needed right now. Right now, you needed calm, you needed a constant, you needed peace.
The kiss is soft, tender, it’s the most care anyone has ever treated you with. He strokes your cheek like he's making sure you're real, like this is real. Your hand leaves his, your fingers curling around the hair at the nape of his neck.
He hums in contentment. He doesn't care that the railing of your hospital bed is digging into his ribcage, nor that the way he bends toward you makes his spine ache. He doesn't notice any of it. How can he when this is the closest he's felt to whole in over seventy years? How can he notice anything else when the way your hands rake through his hair, tugging it ever so slightly, sends shivers jolting down his spine, when a simple touch makes him groan into your mouth?
"I'm so glad you're okay," he whispers against your lips, offering gentle pecks in between his words. "I can't believe you're here, you're okay."
"It got a little crazy back there," you whisper back. "I thought I was done for. Sharon had it- wait, Sharon! Sharon - she's the Powerbroker - And Karli!"
"We know," Bucky attempts to soothe you. "It's okay. Karli's okay. She made it out."
"You know? You know that Sharon's-" your voice trails off as a shudder wraps around your spine. She plunged a knife in your back, or rather, she used Karli to plunge a knife in your back. She had you. She had it all planned out. You almost lost everything. And if she was still running around New York, you could still lose everything. You'll never forget all those threats she made, to Sarah, to AJ and Cass, to Sam, to Bucky.
"The Powerbroker," Bucky finishes for you. "Yeah, we sorta figured it out when your comms went down after she found you. Then, you went underground, it wasn't hard to put it all together. Karli filled us in on the rest."
"Karli told you?"
"She did. I haven't been told much, but it's over. It's okay now. You're safe. We're safe."
A long breath of relief escapes your lips. That's all you need to hear for you to slump back down into your hospital bed. Bucky smiles from the side of you, brushing the stray hairs out of your face. His fingers lace with yours again, and though you're not sure if it's the exhaustion or the pain medication, but you drift away with him tracing patterns on the back of your hand.
When you wake again, Joaquin is there, listening intently to each one of Sam's whispered words. Joaquin nods again, a tense, worried look on his face.
"Is everything okay?" you groggily ask, softly smiling when you feel the warmth and weight of Bucky's hand resting in yours.
The moment he sees you awake, a bright smile pulls at the corner of Sam's mouth. Sure, Bucky told him that you woke and talked to him already, but this time Sam gets to see you for himself. You're awake. You're safe. "Yeah, nothing you need to worry about right now."
You nod, your eyes flickering over to Joaquin. "Hey, Joaquin."
He smiles, rounding over to the side of your bed. He gently grabs your other hand with a bright smile, "You know, I've got to tell you, I've never had one friend in my entire life scare me as much as you do."
You languidly shrug, "It's a gift."
Joaquin humorously snorts, "I'm so glad you're okay."
"All thanks to you guys for finding me. For a minute there, I thought I was a goner."
"Not funny," Sam grunts.
"Wasn't trying to be," you softly admit. "I didn't think anyone would be able to find me down there. Wait, how did you guys find me anyway?"
Sam juts his chin over to Joaquin. "That was all Joaquin, actually."
You look over to him, quirking an eyebrow. "Joaquin?"
Joaquin's face immediately flushes, he anxiously rubs the back of his neck as he stammers through an explanation. "I mean, I wouldn't- I wouldn't say that. I just- I did what anyone else would've done. It was no big deal. No problem."
"Torres," Sam admonishes in a knowing tone, without another word, Sam's eyes widen at Joaquin and then flicker back at you. "Isn't there something that you're forgetting to mention?"
"Okay, I might've chipped you."
You chuckle, "What?"
"Well, not you," Joaquin elaborates, spinning the friendship bracelet that you made for him around his wrist over and over again, refusing to make eye contact with you. "Your friendship bracelet, the one you made for me, I sorta, maybe, chipped it."
"You chipped my friendship bracelet?"
"I know," Joaquin winces. "I know it sounds so terrible, but you were being so reckless when we were working together-"
"Joaquin," you try to interject.
Joaquin just continues rambling on, talking right over you, "And I was so scared, you know? I was so scared, I don't think I've ever been that scared, but I was so worried that you were going to get hurt or that you'd like go off on your own or- or -"
"Joaquin!" you exclaim, just loud enough to stop his words in their tracks.
He cringes, "Yeah?"
You offer a soft smile at him, patting his hand, "You're a good friend, Joaquin. You saved my life - twice now. Thank you."
"You - you don't hate me?"
"I couldn't hate you," you promise him. "Besides, Tony did the same thing too, you know? He had one on all of us. Mine was in my friendship bracelet. Thor would actually lose his all the time so Tony just started sneaking it into his food. Steve's was in the strap of his shield. Sam's was in his goggles."
"I'm still pissed about that, by the way," Sam grumbles.
"I guess great minds think alike."
Joaquin beams at the comparison to Tony. "You think I'm like Tony Stark?"
"I told you she wasn't gonna to be mad," Sam mutters.
"Any normal person-" Joaquin refutes, pausing when he hears the words leave his mouth. There was nothing normal about anyone in that room. "Never mind, I answered my own question."
Bucky snorts, "Exactly."
"Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" Sam interjects. His eyes shift to Bucky and Joaquin, nudging his head toward the door. "Alone?"
Your eyebrows furrow as you nod, "Yeah."
As the two of them leave the room without another word, Sam takes Bucky's seat at your bedside. He takes your hand in his holding it tightly. "I have something to tell you. A whole lot actually."
"Okay?"
"But, first, I just wanted to say I'm glad you're okay. You scared the hell out of me - out of all of us."
"I tried to call for you guys, but she busted my comms and it-"
"I know, I know," Sam stops you. "Karli told everything. She told me you fought like hell."
"Is she alright?"
Sam shakes his head, lowering his voice, "We probably shouldn't talk about that here. I don't think anyone's listening, but just to be safe, after General Ross came to pay you a visit. As far as he knows, I left Karli down there for what she did to you."
You suck in a breath. "General Ross was here."
"That sorta brings me to my first point. He's not the only one that came to pay you a visit. There's this lawyer." The panic gripping you makes it impossible to do anything except to wait for him to continue. "He thinks we can get your life back, but we'd have to fight like hell. It won't be easy. We might even lose a few more times, but it'll be your life. Yours. For good, this time."
"What do you think?"
Sam takes a large gulp of air, uncomfortably shifting in his seat, "I think I would understand if you didn't want to fight anymore."
"What other choice do we have, Sam?"
"You could... die?"
You roll your eyes, sarcastically muttering, "Gee, thanks, Sam."
"I meant... maybe you didn't make it," he explains. "Maybe we tell them we didn't find you fast enough. Nick Fury died, too, now who the hell knows where he is? This could be it. This could be your legacy. Saving those people. Saving New York. Stopping the Power Broker and The Flag Smashers. You fought the good fight - up until your very last breath."
"You mean?" your words trail off. A hero's death. A hero's legacy. A chance to leave the world a better place than the one you entered. And your freedom. It was everything you could ask for. You can't lie, it's tempting.
Sam nods once, "Exactly."
"I'd have to go back into hiding again?"
"For a while. Maybe even a long while," Sam concedes. "But - but then you'd be free. No more fighting for your freedom. No more Accords. No more running. You'd finally be free."
"And then?"
Sam shrugs, "You'd have to keep a low profile. A real low profile this time. Probably means I wouldn't be able to see you for a while, but-"
Your eyes snap up to him. "We wouldn't be able to see each other?"
"Probably not," Sam acquiesces. "Not until all this new Captain America stuff dies down-"
Suddenly, all the temptation is gone. You would gain everything while losing everything that ever mattered to you. You shake your head just once, immediately replying, "No."
"No?"
You shake your head frantically, over and over again. "No, no, no. No, I can't - then I'll fight - I'll keep fighting, Ross, the UN, I'll do it. I'll do whatever it takes."
Sam takes your hard, squeezing it tightly. As if to remind you that even he's not there with you, he's always with you. Always. "But I thought you didn't want to fight anymore?"
You smile at him, wiping the tears with your free hand, "I think I just remembered what I was fighting for."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure." You nod. Despite, that weight being lifted off both his and your shoulders, there's a heaviness in Sam's face that has nothing to do with you fighting for your freedom. "Sam? What is it?"
"There's more," Sam solemnly tells you.
"Karli?"
Sam silently shakes his head, "No. The Flag Smashers, the rest of them..."
Dread washes over you. On the outskirts of your attention, you hear your heart monitor spike, beeping faster and faster. "Sam?"
"They're dead," Sam finally says. "All of them except Karli. It's just the two of you now."
"What? I thought - you told me-" All your words end in a soft, broken exhale. You can't process it. After everything, you really wanted to believe that their story would be different. You never thought their story would end like that. "I thought they were going to be okay."
"I know. I know."
"How?" you whisper.
"On the way to the Raft. In the truck. They think it was a remote detonator."
"Do they know-"
"No, they don't know who did it. They have suspicions, but they don't know."
You're stunned silent. The words hit you hard. They're gone. The people you worked so hard to save. Those lives, they were gone. You couldn't save them. It was only you and Karli now. You want to ask how Karli is doing, how she took the death's of her friends, her own found family, but you can't be sure who's listening, and you're not sure you have the strength to hear the answer to that question. And you're sure that she's taking it about as well as you did when you realized your found family was gone too.
Sam squeezes your hand. "I'm sorry."
You sit in silence for a long while. You lost. Maybe not entirely, but you still lost.
There's something in the back of your head, a memory you can't place. Tony, Steve, and Natasha, sitting in the Avenger's Compound, in the common room. The memory doesn't hurt, not nearly as much as it used to. You don't know how, why, or even when, but there's a crack in your heart that feels mended. Not healed. Not fixed - but mended.
It frustrates you, that you can't place the memory. Tony whispering that he could never hate you. Natasha telling you that you changed her story. Steve reminding you that there's always someone looking out for you - even when you think there isn't. You spend days, sitting in the hospital bed, staring out to the New York skyline, trying to remember that moment, but it only comes back in flashes, only finds you in your dreams. It feels so real, yet so distant.
Days past in that hospital bed. Bucky barely leaving his self-appointed spot in the chair beside your bed. Sam splitting his time between the hospital, discussions with the lawyer that you still haven't met, and his new Captain America responsibilities. You don't allow him to feel guilty. You remind him that as his sidekick, you're supposed to encourage his heroism, not keep him tethered to your hospital bed. You're not sure what Joaquin is up to, all you know is that Sam promised to fill you in once you were out of the hospital.
You're almost a week into being bed ridden when your eyes flutter open to find Bucky watching you sleep in an otherwise empty room. You groggily groan, squinting at the bright daylight shining through the window. "Where'd everyone go?"
"Sam went to get your things, to get some food. The doctor said you should be okay to leave tomorrow," Bucky morosely explains.
You chortle, quirking an eyebrow at him. "You don't sound too happy about that."
"No! No! That's not it - it's just -" He shakes his head. "No, it's not the right time to have this conversation."
It's easier to sit up on your own, though Bucky still insists on doing most of the work for you. As you shift upward, Bucky props pillows behind you. "What conversation?"
"The what happens next conversation."
"Oh."
"You'll be going back to Louisiana."
"And you'll be here in New York," you reply.
"Stay with me," he abruptly offers. His words are frantic, desperate, like he fears the moment the bubble bursts and reality seeps in once more. "Then we don't have to say goodbye any more. You said it yourself, you love New York. We can - we can just.."
Bucky's words stop just as abruptly as they started. He doesn't know the ending any more than you do.
"You don't know the end to that sentence," you solemnly point out.
"No."
You reach out to stroke his cheek. "Neither do I."
"You're not staying, are you?"
You shake your head. "As much as I want to, I can't."
There were a lot of reasons why you couldn't stay. Even if there was a part of you that desperately wanted to. You needed to step into the daylight first. You needed to allow yourself to step into the daylight first. You couldn't put off mourning any more. You had to learn to say goodbye. To learn to live with things that you couldn't change. You needed to mourn. To pine for the people you'd lost. You needed to rebuild your own life with your own two hands. And while you didn't know what that life looked like quite yet, you knew you wanted it to be your life. You needed that. Your life. Standing on your own two feet. Even if it was just for a brief moment.
He softly exhales, "Why?
"Because I don't need you to save me," you whisper. Tears well in your eyes. It didn't matter how many times you had to say goodbye, the words never came any easier. They would never roll off your tongue - especially not where Bucky was involved. "I just need you. I need you more than anything and - and I'm - I'm not ready for that yet."
He shakes his head, schooling his expression the moment he sees tear pool in the outer corner of your eyes. He tenderly wipes them away, "I'm sorry, this wasn't the right time to talk about this. I didn't want to upset you. I don't know what to say. Please don't be upset."
You wipe away a stray tear just as another begins to slip down your cheek. "No, no, I'm sorry, I know I was the one that said -"
"It's alright. I understand." He takes your hand, squeezing it tightly. "And if it means anything, I think you're right."
"I am?"
"Yeah, you are," he admits with a heavy sigh. "I think we've both got some shit to sort out, loose ends and all that bullshit. I just - I really don't want to mess this up again."
"Me neither."
He slowly leans in. "I want to be yours. More than anything. And once you're mine, I'm never letting you go, never again."
You smile up at him. "I can't wait."
"Look at us," he chuckles through his own tears. "Being emotionally mature."
You laugh along with him, "No one said being emotionally mature was this hard."
"What if we did something a little immature first?"
You chuckle, nodding along with him. "What did you have in mind?"
He leans down slowly, giving you several seconds to stop him before he presses his lips against yours.
Your breath hitches as he kisses you, pressing the sweetest, most longing kiss he can muster. As he pulls away, he whispers against your lips, "Just wanted to do that one more time."
"It’s really hard to say goodbye to you."
"Well, then don’t."
"James…" you sigh, cupping his cheek.
He kisses the palm of your hand, letting it go for the last time. "I’ll see you later. Okay?"
"I’ll see you later."
In another life, it would have been easier. In another life, Bucky would be by your side and remain by your side.
But more importantly, you know that in this life, and what you hope in every life, Bucky will always find his way back to you. There weren't many certainties in life. You learned that the hard way, learned it over and over. You and Bucky would never be over. It wasn't over then. It wasn't over now. Bucky was your constant, your certainty. He was it. He was it for you
And if you had to let him go one last time, just one last time, you would hold your head high as you had time and time again. You would hold onto the faith that he was your certainty, your other half. Bound to each other in a way that no amount of time, distance, no season of life, nothing, nothing could change.
Sam lightly knocks at the door, breaking your train of thought. He juts his thumb toward the hallway. "You okay? I just saw Bucky leave."
"I told him I needed time."
"Oh."
"I think that was the hardest thing I've ever had to do." A tear streams down your cheek. You wipe it away with a shaky hand. "Which says a lot considering I almost died like a week ago."
"It's not forever. It never is with the two of you. You two have a way of finding your way back to each other. Apparently, my threats mean nothing to Bucky."
"Thanks, Sam." You look over to your packed bags, the duffle bag that held your life for far too many months. You're ready for your life to begin again. You're ready for the next chapter. You're ready to go home. You're ready to have a home, a real home for once.
You hear the faint, familiar ping of your phone. Once twice. Over and over again. 14 times.
Sam raises an eyebrow at you, "Jeez... someone's popular today."
You roll your eyes at him, looking around for your phone. "Could you pass me my phone?"
He does so without another sarcastic remark or quip. You're surprised to see who sent you all those messages. All 14 of them from one person.
"Is everything okay?"
"Yeah," you nod. "I think everything is going to be okay."
Hope blooms in your heart as you read message after message, a reply for every one you sent to him all those months ago.
"I'm okay. Thanks for asking."
"We're okay. I just don't know how to tell you that I miss you more than I should."
"I miss you, too."
"It's not weird."
"I hope you find what you're looking for."
"There is if you want there to be."
"I miss you. I'm sorry I didn't say that earlier."
"That sounds nice. I'd like to see it one day."
"I'm sorry. Apparently, I turn into an asshole when I get scared. Also, apparently, feelings scare the shit out of me."
"I'm not a trucker. Just a little idiotic sometimes."
"I get what you mean."
"I'm here. Anytime."
"We'll talk soon. I miss you."
"P.S. I keep a sunflower in the windowsill of my apartment. It reminds me of you."
You look up from your phone, tears shining in your eyes. You take a large gulp of air to tame your wildly beating heart. A peculiar feels overtakes you, basking over you like the daylight shining through the window, this pain, this grief, it wouldn't be for evermore. "Sam?"
He looks up at you with a slightly confused expression, "Yeah?"
"Let's go home."
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A.N.
And that's a wrap on The Twin Flame...
Before I say anything else, I just want to say thank you to everyone that stuck with me this far. Originally, this story was supposed to be 10 chapters following the plot line of TFATWS. And it just grew... it grew into something that I'm really proud of. It was a daunting story and there were times that I thought I wasn't going to make it to the finish line, but you guys are just so amazing. Like incredible. I don't know how I got so lucky, but the readers I have are just the best. All of you. Silent readers. Regular commenters. Whether you leave kudos. Funny bookmark tags. The reblogs of crying gifs. I mean that. Every single one of you. I thank all of you.
Moving on before I get any more sappy. We're not technically done yet. (It's me, hello? You thought I was going to end this story like that?) I do have an epilogue that's coming up and some extras that I've got waiting for you. I'm actually really excited to show you guys what I had and what didn't make it in, because let me tell you, it was a lot. A LOT.
And finally, the Grumpy x Sunshine series...at least once a day I think about this series' ending. I'm not quite done yet. And I'm only telling you this because I always get asked. No, this isn't the end for our lovable trio. Surprisingly, I have a little bit more in store for them. It's definitely not a forever series, but I'll be here as long as you guys want me to be.
Thank you. All of you. 💛
As always, let me know what you think! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 💛
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THE DARK KNIGHT PROMPTS
* assorted dialogue from the 2008 film
what do you propose?
you know what i am?
you're garbage who kills for money.
i'm just ahead of the curve.
you know what i've noticed?
i promise you, the dawn is coming.
maybe we can share one.
the world is cruel, and the only morality in a cruel world is chance.
you crossed the line first.
this city just showed you that it's full of people ready to believe in good.
you have no idea.
criminals aren't complicated.
very poor choice of words.
that's a lot of money.
i want my phone call.
what happened to the rest of the guys?
you know they'll be doubling up.
you were the best of us.
think you're smart, huh?
well, hello beautiful.
what do you believe in?
nobody panics when things go according to plan.
sometimes the truth isn't good enough.
never start with the head.
i won't kill you because you're just too much fun.
i'm going to tell them the whole thing was your idea.
i don't want to kill you!
let's give someone else a chance.
why was it me who was the only one who lost everything?
see, i'm not a monster.
you look nervous.
upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos.
let me get this straight.
what did you do?
so why steal them?
a little fight in you. i like that.
what were you trying to prove?
you remind me of my father.
i think you and i are destined to do this forever.
all you care about is money.
i suppose they'll lock me up as well.
some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money.
i'm gonna make this pencil disappear.
can't rely on anyone these days.
we burned the forest down.
do you want to know why i use a knife?
they need you right now, but when they don't, they'll cast you out.
don't talk like one of them.
you either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
let's put a smile on that face.
if i tell you, will you let me go?
i want you to do it.
if it's so simple, why haven't you done it already?
if you're good at something, never do it for free.
sometimes people deserve more.
you're a lucky man.
some men just want to watch the world burn.
this city deserves a better class of criminal.
what would i do without you?
why do you want to kill me?
i'm an agent of chaos.
there's somebody here for you.
you complete me.
don't talk like one of them.
you couldn't just let me go, could you?
they're only as good as the world allows them to be.
when the chips are down, these civilized people, they'll eat each other.
i'm gonna give it to them.
i just did what i do best.
what have you done with him?
they brought the body.
killing is making a choice.
you have all these rules and you think they'll save you.
why so serious?
does it depress you? to know just how alone you really are?
we decided to act!
this is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.
i'll show you.
you see, madness, as you know, is like gravity. all it takes is a little push.
i can tell the difference between punks who need a little lesson in manners, and the freaks like you who just enjoy it.
you die.
you truly are incorruptible, aren't you?
what's the time?
you have nothing to threaten me with.
what difference does that make?
guns are too quick. you can't savor all the little emotions.
i don't want there to be any hard feelings between us.
do i really look like a guy with a plan?
i'm gonna need a cup of coffee.
this is different.
we're not intimidated by thugs.
the night is darkest just before the dawn.
i know your friends better than you ever did.
they crossed the line.
i enjoy dynamite, and gunpowder, and gasoline.
i hated my father.
you wanna know how i got these scars?
you thought we could be decent men in an indecent time.
would you like to know which of them were cowards?
how many of your friends have i killed?
you won't kill me out of some misplaced sense of self-righteousness.
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i might be only one, but kinda hope that's Lucius will not by defeated by Asta alone or the Black Bulls alone (no offense) but by everyone by teamwork and teamwork can take many forms. After all, teamwork was always important in Black Clover.
I mean, you're right, team work has been an reoccurring theme of Black Clover, so it'd be... I don't want to say "senseless", but ... out of character, to have the Big Bad be defeated by Asta alone. And if we look at the Elf Arc, and Spade Arc, everyone was included. It wasn't just the Bulls, it wasn't juts Asta, but every knight squad working towards a common goal, so it'd be sensible for that to happen again
For me, I have some... unconventional hopes for BC, because... I'm waiting for Tabs to do something mind-blowing. And right now my mind is anything but blown. I'm just not really hyped up about any of it, really, because most of it seems very predictable. Of course Asta is alive, he's the MC. Of course his rival (Yuno) is pulling a lot of big punches (because he needs to have a full on plot armour and a shield, apparently). Of course The Villain (that we see right now) isn't killed with a single cut.
And I'm pretty sure that the fanon prediction of there being someone pulling Lucius by the strings is still correct as well. Who that might be, is still a mystery, but alas...
The Witch Queen has made an appearance, and I'm expecting her to have more of a role in the final arc. And... yeah. The universe is the way it is because of Asta's impact in it, and it's something that Lucius couldn't have predicted, because Asta is outside of the "mana theorem". That is to say that Asta is out of reach of Lucius' time magic, because, I assume, that the spell travels via magic, and thus doesn't detect mana-less things (aka Asta).
So, it's very much (in my personal opinion) blah blah blah, right now.
However! I would hope something like... I'm not even sure, Asta's corruption arc. "Either you die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
I've even entertained the idea of, through some weird twist of mana and faith Asta becoming the Time Devil. But that's just a silly little crack idea. Not even a theory, really.
And then everyone uniting to un-devilify Asta. To get him back to his senses. Help the boy, who touched and helped all of you -kind of a thing. That's what I would hope.
But yeah, thanx for stopping by! ^^
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THE DARK KNIGHT (2008) SENTENCE STARTERS
❛ Look at you. What do you believe in, huh? ❜
❛ I believe whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you...stranger. ❜
❛ What gives you the right? What's the difference between you and me? ❜
❛ Whenever you stitch yourself up, you do make a bloody mess. ❜
❛ Did you get mauled by a tiger? ❜
❛ That wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I said I wanted to inspire people. ❜
❛ Who [name] spends her time with is her business. ❜
❛ We all know how much you like to say "I told you so." ❜
❛ I make my own luck. ❜
❛ They're trying to kill you, means we're getting to them. ❜
❛ You're not getting shot at, you're not doing your job right. ❜
❛ But, you know, if you said you were rattled, we could take the rest of the day off. ❜
❛ I don't get political points for being an idealist. I do the best I can with what I have. ❜
❛ How could you want to raise children in a city like this? ❜
❛ You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. ❜
❛ If I were sneaking out every night, someone would've noticed by now. ❜
❛ For obvious reasons, I couldn't wait for your permission. ❜
❛ And I thought my jokes were bad. ❜
❛ I mean, what happened? Did your balls drop off? ❜
❛ If it's so simple, why haven't you done it already? ❜
❛ If you're good at something, never do it for free. ❜
❛ You think you can steal from us and just walk away? ❜
❛ If I get him to you, can you get him to talk? ❜
❛ I knew the risk when I took this job. ❜
❛ We wouldn't wanna make things too easy, now, would we? ❜
❛ If you can tell me the Russian for "apply your own bloody suntan lotion.". ❜
❛ You wanna know how I got these scars? ❜
❛ Let's put a smile on that face. ❜
❛ Why so serious? ❜
❛ I think a simple phone call might have sufficed. ❜
❛ Oh, you mean, when they find out that you've helped us, they're gonna kill you? ❜
❛ They're all gonna come after you now. ❜
❛ Look at me. Look at me! ❜
❛ People will die. Starting tonight. I'm a man of my word. ❜
❛ Any psychotic ex-boyfriends I should be aware of? ❜
❛ [name] may not know you well enough to understand you're making fun of him, but I do. ❜
❛ You can't ask me to wait for that. ❜
❛ You can't leave me alone with these people. ❜
❛ It makes you think about things you couldn't stand losing, about who you wanna spend your life with. ❜
❛ Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We are tonight's entertainment. ❜
❛ You know, you remind me of my father. I hated my father. ❜
❛ Well, hello, beautiful. ❜
❛ You look nervous. Is it the scars? ❜
❛ Now I see the funny side. Now I'm always smiling. ❜
❛ You got a little fight in you. I like that. ❜
❛ You can't protect me. You can't even protect yourselves. ❜
❛ Criminals aren't complicated. We just need to figure out what he's after. ❜
❛ Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. ❜
❛ Some men just wanna watch the world burn. ❜
❛ Whatever you're gonna do, do it fast. ❜
❛ You brought this craziness on us. You did! You brought this on us! ❜
❛ Is there someone, is there anyone in this town we can trust? ❜
❛ From one professional to another, you're trying to scare somebody, pick a better spot. From this height, the fall wouldn't kill me. ❜
❛ Heads, you get to keep your head. Tails...not so lucky. ❜
❛ You'd leave a man's life to chance? ❜
❛ You're the symbol of hope I could never be. ❜
❛ No one else will die because of me. ❜
❛ You can't give in! ❜
❛ You once told me that if the day came when I was finished, that we'd be together. Did you mean it? ❜
❛ Don't make me your one hope for a normal life. ❜
❛ If you turn yourself in, they're not gonna let us be together. ❜
❛ People are dying. What would you have me do? ❜
❛ Accomplice? I'm gonna tell them the whole thing was your idea. ❜
❛ The night is darkest just before the dawn. And I promise you, the dawn is coming. ❜
❛ He's not being a hero. He's being something more. ❜
❛ This is your life. You can't leave something like that to chance. ❜
❛ You can't stop here. We're like sitting ducks! ❜
❛ Come on. I want you to do it, I want you to do it. Come on, hit me. Hit me! ❜
❛ You do like to play things pretty close to the chest. ❜
❛ I've got a date with a pretty upset girlfriend. ❜
❛ No matches on prints, DNA, dental. No name. No other alias. ❜
❛ Nothing in his pockets but knives and lint. ❜
❛ I'm sorry, I couldn't risk your safety. ❜
❛ Does it depress you, to know just how alone you really are? ❜
❛ If we're gonna play games, I'm gonna need a cup of coffee. ❜
❛ Never start with the head. The victim gets all fuzzy. He can't feel the next… ❜
❛ You wanted me. Here I am. ❜
❛ I wanted to see what you'd do. And you didn't disappoint. ❜
❛ But I know the truth. There's no going back. You've changed things. Forever. ❜
❛ I don't wanna kill you. What would I do without you? ❜
❛ Don't talk like one of them. You're not. Even if you'd like to be. ❜
❛ When the chips are down, these civilized people...they'll eat each other. ❜
❛ See, I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve. ❜
❛ You have all these rules, and you think they'll save you. ❜
❛ The only sensible way to live is without rules. ❜
❛ You have nothing, nothing to threaten me with. Nothing to do with all your strength. ❜
❛ How many of your friends have I killed? ❜
❛ It's gonna be fine. It's gonna be all right. They're coming for you. ❜
❛ Do you wanna know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You can't savor all the little emotions. ❜
❛ You see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are. ❜
❛ I'm sorry to let you down. If you lose your faith in me, please keep your faith in people. ❜
❛ Things always get worse before they get better. ❜
❛ Why should I hide who I am? ❜
❛ This town deserves a better class of criminal, and I'm gonna give it to them. ❜
❛ Tell your men they work for me now. ❜
❛ Why don't we cut you up into little pieces and feed you to your pooches? Hm? And then we'll see how loyal a hungry dog really is. ❜
❛ It's not about money, it's about sending a message. ❜
❛ Everything burns. ❜
❛ Do I really look like a guy with a plan? ❜
❛ You know what I am? I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught it. ❜
❛ Introduce a little anarchy, upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos. ❜
❛ Oh, and you know the thing about chaos? It's fair. ❜
❛ Don't watch a whole lot of news, do you? ❜
❛ Shouldn't you be out there, you know, doing something? ❜
❛ This is too much power for one person. ❜
❛ I'll help you this one time. But consider this my resignation. ❜
❛ Look, if I tell you, will you let me go? ❜
❛ What exactly did you think they were gonna do? ❜
❛ It's not that simple. It never is. ❜
❛ Ah, you made it. I'm so thrilled. ❜
❛ You don't wanna die, but you don't know how to take a life. ❜
❛ We really should stop this fighting, otherwise we'll miss the fireworks. ❜
❛ And here we go. ❜
❛ Can't rely on anyone these days. You gotta do everything yourself. Don't we? ❜
❛ You just couldn't let me go, could you? ❜
❛ This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. ❜
❛ I think you and I are destined to do this forever. ❜
❛ Madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push. ❜
❛ You wouldn't dare try to justify yourself if you knew what I'd lost. ❜
❛ Have you ever had to talk to the person you loved most, tell them it's gonna be alright, when you know it's not? ❜
❛ It's not about what I want, it's about what's fair! ❜
❛ You thought we could be decent men in an indecent time. But you were wrong. ❜
❛ People will lose hope. ❜
❛ A hero. Not the hero we deserved, but the hero we needed. ❜
❛ Because sometimes the truth isn't good enough. Sometimes people deserve more. ❜
❛ He's the hero we deserve, but not the one we need right now. ❜
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R for the ask game!! -willow :P
R- Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in the fandom?
'the fandom' isn't super specific, so i'll just list off a few that i'm a huge fan of off the top of my head:
Sissel & Lynne (Ghost Trick)
they are friends. they may have been in denial at the start but they are absolutely friends. the sillies. idk they're just great. not even sure how to elaborate about all this without saying spoilers and i won't want my poor unsuspecting mutuals (who, one day, will no longer be able to resist not playing the game) to read.
Mob & Reigen (Mob Psycho 100)
okay. this is. i don't even know how to describe their relationship. is it older brotherly? is it fatherly? is it student-teacher? i don't know. but it's great. this relationship was so integral to both their character developments and the plot and it was just so beautiful to watch throughout the series. i love it
Kirby & King Dedede (Kirby)
ANOTHER relationship which just develops throughout the story. it's so beautiful. as i heard someone once say on a youtube comment, "you either die a villain, or you live long enough to see yourself become a hero." this is what happened with dedede and kirby. their relationship is so beautiful, i love their friendship so much, i love them both. hyhyohughgughgughuoouhgughughh. huge fan of character and relationship development. adsjfdkoskgjbngjuikm this is such an underrated friendship too and i'm. i love it
Simon Petrikov & Marceline (Adventure Time)
alright so the other ones had character development which helped them discover themselves and be a better person and great friendships and all. this one is just straight up tragic. it's beautiful how their relationship helped simon hold onto himself before he went insane and just everything between these two is so sweet yet tragic. amazing family relationship. that is her dad, your honor, and literally everyone agrees.
The Pines family (Gravity Falls)
the vibes. the energy. this is just a great family relationship. they all care about each other so much and they have realistic issues and it's just. hyoyughu. and it's so sweet and happy too, and then on the other hand the future Exists, and also i can't formulate words, I give up, it's good. okay? it's good. there are some things i want to say but won't because being in the ghost trick fandom has trained me to never say even a single spoiler but. if you know you know. i love those two. and i love the entire family as well.
Ed & Al (Fullmetal Alchemist)
these guys are. good brothers. ok. i don't have much to say. they are perfect and they love each other so much. they try so hard. i. ahgh. i dislike how this relationship can get somewhat overshadowed by the fans overfocusing on romantic relationships with ed (FROM WHAT I HAVE SEEN), which is crazy considering the literal content of the original series being based on their brotherhood (i read the manga). def not underrated by any means i just love them a lot though and i think it's 1000 times more important than any possible romantic relationship in the series ever could be.
i love. friendship.
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Yes, I'm confirming it now, I did go to Stuyvesant High School.
hi guys, today's my brother's birthday, everyone wish him a happy birthday. anyways i really didn't have a reason to make this post, but here goes.
if you don't know what stuyvesant high school is, that's fine, you don't need to. if you do know what it is, then great, you'll know how prestigious it is. i already hinted at this in my aug 2022 post, but here's an official confirmation.
and i'm surprised no one realized sooner. the path traced out in this post perfectly lines up with the area around the school. and the photos in this post were literally taken from inside the school.
one thing i valued really highly was my ability to balance both my school life and my tumblr blog (i'm surprised i managed to do so in hindsight). the 2020 pandemic definitely made it easier, as my 10th and 11th grade years were now spent in front of a screen where i could be online all day.
i graduated as a pretty average student academically, although the one thing i regret is not utilizing the available resources as well as i could've.
the reason i had a public meltdown on tumblr in jun 2022 is because i was scared to make much the same post you're reading right now. i was going to college and couldn't stay active online for much longer, and i wanted to do a face reveal and quit tumblr for good (the quote "you either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain" greatly informed my actions during this time).
but many months have passed since then, i've been allowed time to reflect, and i realized that– i'm not a two-dimensional character. i don't die at the peak of my fame. i'm still alive.
i still hold the value of an education in high regard, though that may sound cheap coming from someone who poured hours a day into an online fandom. it's just... my story is one you can learn from, not one to be replicated. stay in school.
will i be returning to using this blog regularly? probably not. i realize there's nothing here for me to have fun doing anymore, and mineblr is a shadow of its former glory—no matter now much i wish for it to be otherwise.
maybe i'll reconsider when deltarune ch. 3 comes out. or if minecraft has a second renaissance. or if the GD community takes off here, or better yet, if update 2.2 comes out. or if the walten files ep. 4 comes out. could you imagine that?
anyways, i'll leave you with a few additional fun facts you might not have known:
the minecraft server from this reblog (OP is sketiana) and elaborated on in these posts was actually the Stuyvesant Minecraft Coalition server
i appeared on my school website's home page one time, wearing my halloween costume.
if you ever visit the school, you can find a poster i made on the 4th floor (on the wall behind the escalator). it has my sideblog sona on it
one final request, please don't use my real name or do anything with my real face. also, please don't try anything that could jeopardize my real-life location. i know i'm operating on an honor system here, but i genuinely mean it. everything i willingly shared was because it was a story too important to pass up.
i hope i've tied up all loose ends. thank you, and i'll catch you on the flipside.
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Reread @rosetintednerdglasses’s Greek Mythology Hades/Persephone AU Don’t Bite for the nth time and being the PJO fangirl I got absorbed into Uncle Rick’s Riordanverse again.
Now I’m thinking how the Characters of Vincenzo would be as Demigods. More specifically Who would be the godly parent of the Vincenzo Cast. Here’s my take on our protagonists.
Vincenzo Cassano / Park Joo hyung
Son of Hades (obviously)
- Lmao, you saw that coming from a mile away didn't you?
- Tbh we all did.
- His personality trait just fits the traits of a demigod of cabin 13 (ngl as a fellow Scorpio like Vinny I agree with this)
- The entire premise of the story is calling Vincenzo a ‘Monster’ associating him with death so this was a no brainer
- But actually, I had some after thoughts about him being the son of Hephaestus due to his affinity for fire but I personally just took this as a side aspect of Vincenzo with his preferences for destruction.
- His powers would be like Nico Di Angelo’s but also being able to control hellfire and metals. Basically a bit of everything because why not?
POWERS:
The ability to control Hellfire hence his affinity to regular fire which is a mild comparison of his powers and keeps him in check calms him down.
His ability of precious metal manipulation resonates with his desire for gold (let's be real who doesn't want to be rich) but imo in this AU, this greed for money is a partial excuse because gold is his main dealings (just like how he sent like 80 million euro which I can assume to be the value of the gold traded to the Luciano for Cha Young) I think his main dealing with bribery is his domain when it comes to material affinities. And since he can conjure precious metals out of thin air he is never out of money or else how do you explain him getting enough Booralro suits to change here and there every episode when he got robbed in his first five minutes in Korea? Also side headcanon that his lighters are made of gold and platinum, the ones he conjured on his own.
he also can control the undead like Nico, but i think it would bee more watered down, occadionally summoning a kitten skeleton to keep him company in his private office or something.
Umbrakinesis (ability to control the shadows) cool ability I don't think he uses it much unless he is preparing for a combat attack but the side effect is since he does not use it much, this ability of his is only able to be harnessed in darkness. Any flick of light as bright as the billboards in Seoul city or bright street lights can cause him to strain. He can also hence shadow travel but becomes really exhausted.
And just like all children of Hades, he can control the walls of the underworld.
Preferred choice of weapon: Stygian sword and gun
-Vincenzo is more accustomed to death and is both known as the Gatto Sazio and Reaper of Scum in the mafia, the latter name mainly for his affinity of eliminating the betrayers of the Cassanos.
As the saying goes, “you either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become a villain.” This designation might also give some insight on how Vincenzo is emotionless to killing (since in most cases, rather than death, the killing is what traumatises you) yet Vincenzo Cassano is very mechanical when it comes to his kills, going the extra mile to toy with them. Maybe being the son of the God of Death might be one of the reasons he is so unaffected, though he has trauma through nightmares, it is safe to say that for the most part he doesn't mind if he has to kill someone, he’ll carry out the order without a second thought if he deems the victim of his kill worthy of death as a consequence for their actions as if he is almost reaping them. Yes his actions have caused unresolved trauma to him, but he has accepted it, made peace with it.
Imagine a young 9 year old korean boy who has just assimilated into his new italian life, name and language only to realise that he was emitting strange powers, he could bend shadows and had an affinity for metals (which were not cursed). He would hear stories about the demigods who once roamed the earth and his own family’s ancestry which travelled back to one of the children of the big three. After his parents Matteo and Fiorella Di Angelo were murdered by a freak robbery incident Vincenzo Di Angelo found himself at the Cassano estate holding his family’s only heirloom of their ancestor, the Diary of Nico Di Angelo which contains tips of how to survive as a demigod of the King of the Underworld and a black Stygian sword . Imagine his mentor was a fellow demigod of Nyx, and taught him the ways to defeat monsters if he came across some, imagine him killing enough monsters both magical and mortal that he looks at himself and realises he is still alive, he has lived long enough and killed enough to become a villain forging his own path away from the gods.
Should I write this? Please someone write this so I can die happily.
Hong Cha Young
Daughter of Eris (goddess of chaos/ mischief and strife)
Another close call but this time with the goddess Nike goddess of victory (because my girl does not like losing). But the more I think about it, our resident crackhead lawyer and her infamous theatrics are the main reason I chose her to be the offspring of this powerful goddess.
Headcanons borrowed and inspired by @pjoheadcanonsbyid65
“Usually very intelligent, able to properly assess any situation. Very good at finding weak spots in defences, in people or armies. those kids who can ask a question at the start of class and send the teacher on a spiral, making them completely forget about their lesson plan. Can send any room into chaos with two words. Make excellent lawyers. Will literally fight over anything”
This has Cha Young’s name written all over it. Though she loves her drama in life by creating it, she has the emotional maturity and can assess situations, has background knowledge and she is willing to create chaos for the fun of it. Just look at ep 6, 15 and 16 for her strong points in relating to this theory. She is a ball of chaos and though more toned down than the riordanverse wiki claims how Eris’ children usually are, Cha Young is pretty spot on with chaos surrounding her.
Hong Cha Young thrives in the commotion and adrenaline caused by arguments, she is an ace in court because of it. She bribed her witnesses, but in ep one where she decimates her father’s case? All by herself, she wins over her father who has 22 more years of experience than her. She even enjoyed and wanted Pig's blood on Jang Han Seok and when the ensemble screams in shock and disgust she grins and giggles giddily on adrenaline. Want more proof? Look at ep 6 where the tenants cause a scene in court at the gallery, she smirks, she glows in the chaos and she wins. When confronted with Choi Myung Hee she is practically giddy over the accomplishment, mainly fed by the chaos. Hours later she doesn't let go of the scene and laughs about the chaos executed and how the judge gets stung by the Hornets.
Since being the daughter of Eris means inadvertently she is a granddaughter of goddess Nyx the goddess of Night, she can also to some degree shadow travel and has the constant pull towards Vincenzo for no reason. Though the attraction is one, their magnetic pull is another that can vaguely be traced to their shared power of darkness. Cha Young has never harnessed this, and mainly uses chaos, but I figured Vin teaches her this as well as becoming a villain.
Facts from the Riordan wiki page
Children of Eris can be very unpredictable and persuasive
The children of Eris can shadow travel due to the fact that Eris' mother is Nyx.
13. Children of Eris don't fear the Underworld.
Children of Eris are able to make a room darker due to Nyx being Eris' mother and have the ability of Umbrakinesis.
7. Children of Eris tend to have a rebellious nature because they are fond of chaos and anarchy
Peferred weapon of choice: Most of the time are her pointed high heels which can cause severe damage if struck by her kick in the place where the sun doesn't shine or a dagger knife or celestial bronze and cursed gold given to her by Eris the gold causes sharp prickling pain that intensifies for an hour before the victim gets treated, however the gold only works on deities and/or non-mortals (though she prefers to stab them in the arms and legs before running away, she doesn't like bloodshed and kept it locked up once she left camp)
Side headcanon: that Cha Young went to camp when young but since Eris’ cabin was not widely recognised she was embarrassed by her godly mother since she was the only Eris kid there, she preferred the woman her father married when she was three, to be her actual mother. Her father was a mess not knowing how to handle her hence he sent her to camp at the age of 10 causing her to bear a grudge against him. She went to camp until 18 where she was studious, even rivalling Athena’s kids in her pursuit to become a lawyer out of spite to beat her father in his own game since she knew very well the topic of law was the only thing that sparked a decent conversation between them, and even that soon spiralled into a fierce argument, and the louder they both got, the more the temper and emotional whirlwinds flared, the stronger she became, she emitted a sheen of confidence, the aura that spells: ‘You fell into my trap, it's too late for you' which she discovered in one of their many arguments being the observant girl she is, and it enhanced her willingness to unleash her dramatic flare.
Vincenzo teaches her to embrace the powers she is born with and the skills she has developed. She learns through this journey with him that your powers are best when put to use for benefit of others doc not define who you are, and if the actions are taken to achieve your goal, and your powers mean the world calls you a villain, then fuck their opinions because you live your life to win it.
#vincenzo#chayenzo#percy jackson#pjo headcanon#vincenzo headcanon#CAN SOMEONE WRITE THIS I'LL DIE HAPPY#OR SHOULD I?!!!!!#NO but italian Vincenzo being a descendant (indirectly) of Nico Di Angelo sits right with me#my girl cha young is a chaos ball and i wont have you disagreeing#who else should i do?#from Vincenzo#Maybe ill do one for httyd#hong cha young#vincenzo cassano#song joong ki#jeon yeo bin#hades#eris#if they werent unstoppable before#they are coming for your wig now#NO BUT imAgiNe the AbSolUtE mEANCE they would be#im litterally squealing#the unhingedness of it all omaighawds
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"has over 100 quotable lines" made me wonder if its true. so here im going to go over the tdk script and list every single quotable line. i consider a quotable line something i can actually imagine a normal human person (Not someone from r/NolanBatmanMemes) quoting on purpose (specifically from this movie, so lines that are very generic weren't added) even if the person hearing it might not get the reference.
You have any idea who you're stealing from?
Criminals in this town used to believe in things.
Whatever doesn't kill you simply makes you stranger.
I told you my compound would take you places. I never said they'd be places you wanted to go.
Not my diagnosis.
I'm not wearing hockey pads.
Batman has no limits.
I make my own luck.
You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain.
And I thought my jokes were bad.
I'm gonna make this pencil disappear.
What happened? Did your balls drop off?
It's simple. We kill the Batman.
If you're good at something, never do it for free.
Enough from the clown!
Let's not blow this out of proportion.
You think you can steal from us and just walk away?
Perhaps you should read the instructions first?
You wanna know how I got these scars?
Why so serious?
Let's put a smile on that face.
Any psychotic ex-boyfriends I should be aware of?
We are tonight's entertainment.
You remind me of my father. I hated my father.
You look nervous. Is it the scars?
Now I see the funny side. Now I'm always smiling.
Then you're gonna love me.
Very poor choice of words.
Some men just want to watch the world burn.
I did bloody tell you.
He's not being a hero. He's being something more.
Oh, excuse me. I wanna drive.
Depending on the time, he may be in one spot or several.
Never start with the head. The victim gets all fuzzy.
Even to a guy like me, that's cold.
You complete me.
Don't talk like one of them. You're not.
Their morals, their code... it's a bad joke.
They're only as good as the world allows them to be.
I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve.
The only sensible way to live is without rules.
You have nothing to threaten me with. Nothing to do with all your strength.
In their last moments people show you who they really are.
I'm a guy of simple taste.
This town deserves a better class of criminal.
It's not about money, it's about sending a message.
Everything burns.
Do I really look like a guy with a plan?
I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught it.
I'm an agent of chaos.
You know the thing about chaos? It's fair.
This is too much power for one person.
We really should stop this fighting, otherwise we'll miss the fireworks.
Can't rely on anyone these days. You gotta do everything yourself.
This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.
I think you and I are destined to do this forever.
You'll be in a padded cell forever.
Madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push.
You think I wanna escape from this? There is no escape from this.
It's not about what I want, it's about what's fair!
I'm whatever Gotham needs me to be.
Not the hero we deserved, but the hero we needed.
Sometimes the truth isn't good enough. Sometimes people deserve more.
Sometimes people deserve to have their faith rewarded.
He's the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now.
We'll hunt him because he can take it. Because he's not a hero. He's a silent guardian, a watchful protector. A dark knight.
ok thats it. thank u for coming to my tdk talk
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i'm back for round two: 10-15 for minah and dai!
hell yeah!! // sixty-nine questions for your ttrpg characters
10. what inspired this character’s creation?
MINAH — I have a minah post in my drafts that's a bunch of notes about her, and this is the most important one: "the girl from station eleven (loves the theater but Oh she is a fucked up little freak)"
DAI — dai was concocted around the depths of my mdzs phase so his initial vibes were definitely colored by that. also, after playing a bunch of PCs with traditionally tragic/fucked up backstories, I wanted a guy who was honestly pretty well adjusted and chill and cool and happy with his life. our DM immediately fucked him up, of course, but I love that for him
11. if they have a pet or animal companion, how do they spend time with them? if they don’t have one, what sort of animal would they be interested in raising, if any?
MINAH — minah absolutely deserves something sleek and slinky and immensely troublesome. a ferret maybe? it has to be a little classy. something clever enough to perform and small enough to bring around with her. so yeah, maybe a little ferret or stoat or weasel. also obviously a griffon mount but that is not super her wheelhouse at the moment. (if you count the troupe animals, she's raised horses, technically. everyone's got to pitch in with the horses. you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a horse girl)
DAI — daichi's dad has a griffon mount named MC (Mr. Clouds, named by a very very young dai) and daichi fuckin loves that beastie. as close as you can imagine a pre-teen boy and a flying eagle-beaked war mount, that dai and his dad's griffon. he was also pretty fond of dobin's frog. and orum, honestly, lack of a face and all. daichi's an animal guy
12. how have they altered their body? piercings, tattoos, biohacks, or other modifications—anything. why (or why not) did they (or someone else) make those changes?
MINAH — she dyes her hair. has a couple piercings that she was given by other members of the troop. has a tattoo from the troupe as well (a bunch, actually, or a big one), but it's not somewhere visible.
DAI — I think daichi's ears may be pierced. if they are, it happened a long time ago, when he was still a kid, and it was a drow thing. I don't know if that's canon in our setting, but he wouldn't have made the decision to pierce his own ears at any point. he has no other piercings, tattoos, or body modifications—just a couple scars.
13. what are some motifs you associate with them? did you intentionally bring in those motifs, or did it happen over time?
MINAH — minah's a little too new for motifs at the moment, but check back in after a few more sessions. shadows, probably (ha. haha.) [update: I think she should get into tragicomedy masks]
DAI — the sun, shields. light and wings. drowning. some of these were predetermined (the sun, light, wings) and some were not (shields for the paladin oath, drowning for. well. I mean, if I had a nickel)
14. what keeps them up at night?
MINAH — if I listed it out we'd be here all night ourselves. mostly the past, and the future, and whatever's dogging her. she's a bit of a one-eye-open sort tbh
DAI — the fear that this doesn't end. the fear that it does. the afterwards. (at least he doesn't have to think about the afterwards for now)
15. is there something that never fails to make them laugh?
MINAH — there are a few comedy routines that always get her, no matter what. she's more of a wry, cynical sort, though. irony'll get her every time.
DAI — tbh I think he's too picky to have something that always makes him laugh. maybe one of his dad's jokes.
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'Welcome to being a movie fan in the 21st Century, folks. It's not a new phenomenon for the weeks and months leading up to a major blockbuster to be filled with all sorts of hot takes and rampant speculation, but never have we been subjected to that through constant, unfiltered social media reactions. Sometimes, it takes the form of really fun and organic viral sensations (happy #Barbenheimer, one and all!) but, other times, you find yourself staring at a series of ill-informed and wildly off-base tweets making up the wildest claims about a movie — a movie which many of those opinionated individuals haven't even seen yet. "Oppenheimer," for better and worse, has been subject to both extreme ends of the spectrum.
That's not exactly a new development for Christopher Nolan, a director who has inadvertently attracted the most vocal movie fans out there. You'd be hard-pressed to find anyone without strong opinions on his "The Dark Knight" trilogy, but even his various original and non-IP films have given audiences a roadmap to tap into his biggest interests, fears, and fixations. That means the inevitable passage of time, recurring portrayals of dead wives/girlfriends, and the fact that the vast majority of his movies embody a very white perspective and worldview.
This is all present and accounted for in "Oppenheimer," admittedly, but a new wrinkle has been added to the mix. Ahead of Nolan's most overtly political film yet, certain segments of moviegoers have sounded the alarm bells and embraced a narrative that his interpretation of the life of J. Robert Oppenheimer, "Father of the Atomic Bomb," might somehow justify the horrific killings of hundreds of thousands of innocents. Thankfully, those unfounded fears were never even a remote possibility in the first place.
'The power to destroy ourselves'
Somebody once wrote a line of dialogue about how "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain," put it in their breakout superhero movie, and all but predicted how bad-faith detractors would attempt to take him down a peg for years to come. Was Chris Nolan a self-fulfilling prophet? A student of history? Or was he just someone with the common sense to look around him and recognize what was what?
If the past really is our best signifier of the future, then it feels truly misguided to look at the filmmaker's past body of work and jump to conclusions that "Oppenheimer" would take the most didactic approach of them all. Not that anyone as privileged as Nolan needs us to circle the wagons on his behalf, but he's clearly made a career out of taking the moral quandaries inherent within complex, oftentimes contradictory characters and testing these to their breaking point in the most extreme of circumstances. After all, that's how we end up with movies about Bruce Wayne becoming an outlaw to save Gotham City, a pair of dueling magicians losing themselves in their obsessions, and a profoundly broken, guilt-ridden man committing an illegal mind heist to be reunited with his kids. Even "Dunkirk," arguably the most straightforward tale of heroism in Nolan's filmography, ends not on the stirring image of a captured British warplane essentially burning in effigy, but a disconcerting close-up on the soldier who only just barely survived this ordeal realizing he'll soon be shipped out to face even greater dangers to come.
Does any of this suggest a storyteller who'd strip the horror out of the most horrific act in human warfare ... or, instead, interpret it as yet another cautionary tale?
'American Prometheus'
For the moment, forget the fact that "American Prometheus: The Triumph and Tragedy of J. Robert Oppenheimer," the imposing biography written by Kai Bird and Martin J. Sherwin that "Oppenheimer" is based on, refuses to pull any punches about the complicated legacy of its subject matter. Set aside the reams of documented, historical evidence that the United States' pretext for dropping the bombs on Japan was considered flimsy, even at the time. No, there's an even simpler explanation as to why "Oppenheimer" never even entertained the notion of being a "pro-nuclear bomb" movie: Where would any of the conflict or drama be in that?
There's a reason why the film begins with the haunting quote about the Greek god Prometheus stealing the fire of the gods and gifting it to us mere mortals ... only to be subsequently punished for eternity. Naturally, we then open on a young Oppenheimer already feeling tortured by visions of the quantum universe that only he can see — visions that, disturbingly, resemble violent nuclear explosions. Human nature, the film is practically screaming at its audience right from its earliest moments, will always trend towards self-destruction. Not only is this the quintessential archetype of a Nolan protagonist, but it's also the only dramatic interpretation of Oppenheimer's life that would merit devoting three whole hours to diving into his psychology.
There's a hypothetical, made-up version of "Oppenheimer" that would've actually lined up with the one concocted in the minds of the skeptics — one that's nothing but flag-waving jingoism (probably made by the same folks behind "Sound of Freedom") about how great America is at winning wars and proving doubters wrong. But the much richer text we received instead dares to confront horrible truths about our worst instincts. Because why else make this movie?
'Theory will take you only so far'
A little more than halfway through "Oppenheimer," after reports of Hitler's self-inflicted death and the fall of Nazi Germany come trickling in, the script goes out of its way to literalize the main conceit of the film. After Oppenheimer crashes a meeting of colleagues to discuss the effects of their "gadget" on the wider world, Nolan stages an actual debate about the ethics of dropping the atomic bombs on Japan. Informed that Japan's defeat seems "imminent" and that using their invention would inflict untold harm upon the world, Oppenheimer counters that world leaders can only "fear" and "understand" the weapon if they use it. When he offers up his pie-in-the-sky belief that all war will be unthinkable in a post-nuclear bomb world, the tepid applause his speech inspires only underlines his naïveté and denial.
Ever wonder how "Oppy" could convince himself to continue his work while compartmentalizing the devastating effects it would inevitably have on innocents caught in the blast? So does physicist Niels Bohr (Kenneth Branagh), who bestows the "American Prometheus" title on Oppenheimer and calls for international nuclear disarmament. So does the security council, when Roger Robb (Jason Clarke) calls out Oppenheimer's hypocrisy over when exactly he first began to develop "moral qualms" about his work.
There are approximately dozens of examples like this throughout the mammoth runtime, where "Oppenheimer" doesn't really tip its hand so much as it slaps us in the face with the cold reality of the entire Manhattan Project. Theory will only take you so far, Oppenheimer's friend Ernest Lawrence (Josh Hartnett) puts it early on. If only those who assumed this adaptation would be "pro-nuke" followed that advice, set their prejudgment aside, and just ... watched the movie.'
#Oppenheimer#Christopher Nolan#The Dark Knight Trilogy#American Prometheus: The Triumph and Tragedy of J. Robert Oppenheimer#Kai Bird#Martin J. Sherwin#Ernest Lawrence#Josh Hartnett#Roger Robb#Jason Clarke#Niels Bohr#Kenneth Branagh
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What character archetype are you?
The Villain
You know what you're doing is wrong and you just don't care. Maybe at one point you did but you no longer do. Whether indirectly or not, you harm others. You hurt people, you ruin lives and it's all for your own selfish needs. Overly confident, bad to the bone and beyond redemption, it's only a matter of time before people try to stop you or die trying.
Fallen Hero
You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villain, you represent this quote well. Once upon a time you were the shiny hero that rushed to kill the dragon, that was once surrounded by many friends and your accomplishments were happily sung about. Life has not been kind you and you've once forgotten who that person was, you've done horrible horrible things since those glory days. You can't even call yourself a villain, you're just a disgrace.
The Innocent
You are…the victim of this tale. Did the villain use you? Did the hero fail to protect you? Were you dead before the story even began? How many scares do you have waiting for someone, anyone to come save you? All that is known is that you didn't deserve what happened to you, the heroes will remember you and ensure it never happens to anyone else. Will you stay innocent waiting for your happy ending, will you become the villain realizing you'll never be saved, or is death the only thing that awaits you?
#. dash games#frollo tw#i feel like some of these fit to a degree#except for jack; his is RIGHT on the nose
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A Greek Tragedy
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A/N: Basically a drabble talking about a "war" that was significant but so vague that I almost forgot about it if it wasn’t for the new BSD season. Some character exploration of the next anatogonist: DOA.
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Warnings: Manga and light novel spoilers.
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In any piece of media, literally devices are no stranger for the progression of plot and/or to emphasize the stark differences between one character and the next.
From foils to paralells, they set up a character's struggle and the need to overcome it - either through means of confrontation or to plant a seed of doubt to question those beliefs.
To me, how I view Fyodor and Nikolai is like the purpose of a drug stimulant. His is to challenge people by making them step out of their comfort zone, while Nikolai's is to encourage the battle of your inner turmoil. You know, like between demons and angels.
But this all begs the question: Where does Sigma fit into this? First, I would say the name "decay of angels" is most likely to symbolize the fall of the good side, as evident in events of the cannibalism aftermath.
If anything, Sigma is probably Atusushi's moment of question, where good and evil blurs - the cruel capabilities good people can be pushed to when desperate.
Throughout this whole arc, we have characters reaching their existential crisis, namely Kunikida. As someone who goes by the rulebook, it's kind of jarring when Nikolai first shows up, and I'm not talking about his philosophy of freedom.
Like how Verline foiled Chuuya, his eccentricness challenged the limits of the poet's ideals and exceptions of rules - when do we cross the line and when can we forget what we were taught.
The decay of angels is an interesting concept in theory because not only did they happen to shift the narrative, but it seems to be questioning a bigger picture: What are abilities and their roles in society?
Events such as Dead Apple are an example of this, but like how abstract the question presents itself, the answer brings up more questions than answers.
Just what was "The Great War" and what happened to the supposedly ability users that were in the midst of this. From our current timeline, the older generation who were adults at the time were Mori, Fukuzawa, Fukuchi - the big three I'm going to focus on because of how much they influenced the plot.
In the most likely scenario, these characters could embody the varying perspectives of war. Fukuchi, the soldiers in line to experience it first hand, Mori, the cleaners: healing those fallen soldiers, and Fukuzawa, a cilivilan at home facing his own consequences of the war: famine, hunger, and population decline - all too similar to the story of Rashomon.
It wouldn’t be a too wild to speculate the surge of orphans could have come as a result of this: parents might have been dead or couldn't afford to keep them.
Whether or not it's meant to reference history, did you know the term "great war" also refers to the first world war.
If what Fukuchi said is to be true, then I wouldn’t be too surprised if his motive consisted of revenge. It’s even more strange how in the BSD wiki page how most of the veterns are either missing or dead.
There’s often this grey conversation of just how much does it takes to be a hero.
Was the sacifaces worth it, did you regret any of it because that’s what our main protoganist will be facing besides the typical good vs evil. A grey morality that can be easily shifted if your justification are rightous enough.
It’s kind of tragic to know they were just barely young adults before they were dragged into this mess, an adult’s game of poltics that ruined a future they had ahead of them. Like the cycle, it is now happening to the new generation that they can’t seem to break out of.
‘You either die as a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villian.’
Fuichi is what you would call a tragic hero. He reminds me of Reiner from AOT when people were quick to turn on him before his perspective came out. All of a sudden he was this villianized person to someone redeemable.
For now, he’s got what I like to call it the “Macbeth Treatment.” Someone reverd but somehow lost their way due to their own hubris or shortcoming.
It’s scary because this could have became any’s hero fate, the fact that Dazai could or could have easily taken this path doesn’t make it all the more easy.
We still have beast to talk about. Where Mori fits into this picture and many more, but that’s for next time. On a later post when I can gather enough brain power to write more.
#bsd#bsd drabble#bsd nikolai#bsd fyodor#bsd mori#bsd fukuzawa#bsd fukuchi#bsd sigma#bungou stray dogs
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Letting Go
It keeps getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open, and his head feels like there’s double of everything. But his initial guess had been correct.
They did bring her back here, the bastards. Feeling the mana flow back into his veins, he immediately fired a healing spell into his body in an event to be with her longer.
“Don’t push yourself, babe...”
“How did... Do you remember seeing us like this from last time?”
“Last time?”
...No, this wasn’t the same ‘Anna’ that came back to him during that strange mist.
“I don’t know. Like I said, I think I was summoned here specifically to cause you pain. To see all of that, again. Don’t you think, Lloyd?”
To her assumption, Kratos nodded.
“...It’s likely. But, why are you--”
“I wasn’t. Not at first. I was rampaging around, confused, lost. I knew you were in there, but I couldn’t piece together how to get you out of there. I thought I was going to die here again, if I’m being honest, but Martel brought me out of it.”
“Martel did?!”
To that, he looked over to the crowd of people all gathering their strength up, and met with Martel’s eyes in disbelief.
“So she... reversed the whole thing.”
“Yeah, she did! I didn’t think it could happen either.”
Martel’s smile is what finally cracked the rest of the man right open, and he could feel the tears run down his cheeks before he could even think to stop them. His face moved to Anna’s shoulder instead, as if some terrible weight had been lifted for him. No, not just him--all of them. Both their arms pulled Lloyd in with them, and Anna couldn’t help but weep too. Not when it hit her all at once, in much the same way.
The event that haunted the three of them and morphed them into what they became happened that day. It was a horrible tragedy that shaped Lloyd and Kratos’ life from that day forward. And though they had killed the man responsible and blew up that operation, Kratos never forgot, and never forgave himself for letting it happen at all.
Even after the unification of the worlds, after leaving for space on Derris-Kharlan, after coming here to this strange island, images of that day haunted his dreams and carried weights that dangled off pieces of his mind.
“...Kratos,”
He raised his head to look at Anna again.
“I think... all of this happened to hurt you in every way it would do the most damage.”
“I think that too. I just don’t know why--”
“I do.”
To that, she pulled his hands into her lap, gently and carefully. The scrapes and cuts on their skin almost seemed to match.
“Honey, this hurts you. Every day, it hurts you. It’s caused you nothing but pain since the day it happened--since everything happened. Beyond me--from Cruxis, from Martel dying, to whatever you’ve faced after I left. And you keep letting it cause you this much pain, like you deserve it after everything you’ve done.”
“...”
“Is that about it?”
“.....”
“Kratos... you need to let go.”
The very notion brought an expression of pain across his face.
“I don’t know where this is, or how we got here. But you’re here, with Lloyd, and Yuan, and Martel. And all those people you made enough of an impact on to come to this horrid place. You don’t deserve to be back where you were so long ago.”
She hugged them both again, and Kratos wrapped his arms around his family. But the weight in his expression... understood.
“You can let go. It’s over. That horrible prison in your mind... well. It literally blew right up, didn’t it.”
“......”
“Oh, speaking is hard for you like this. I know. But now more than ever, you have another chance to live as Kratos. Not as a fallen hero, not as a lord of Cruxis, not even where you are in the future. But here, as the man who used to take off the crystal and just live with us. And, maybe you’ll become someone better off than that. Who knows?”
He takes a deep breath, and exhales.
“...No. You’re right. I just...”
“...Didn’t let yourself be the one to tell you.”
“Right...”
Again he wavered upright, and he felt two sets of arms on him to steady him.
“...Between you, your family, and the kind people who helped you break those chains that held you here, I think it’s okay to let it all rest now. I really do.”
“...I know, now.”
...
“I have a lot to... rgh...”
Steadying a second time, he leaned on the woman he loved so much, holding onto each other again.
“...I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
...
“But you have to let me go, honey. Now that we’re all free of that horrible place.”
...
When her own body began to give off that gentle light, they shared one more kiss goodbye, and Kratos fell deep into unconsciousness. To that, Anna only chuckled, helping Lloyd set him down.
“...You must be tired too, sweetie.”
And a big hug was given to him, too.
“I had a feeling it was you, running around and making sure I was safe. Thank you.”
A familiar tap-tap of paws came running, probably drawn by the sound of the explosion.
“Oh, Noishe is here too!”
And it gave her a fair share of kisses too.
“I missed you too, boy. I’m glad I got to see you again before I passed on. Thank you for watching over my baby for me.”
Awoo...
“C’mere, kiddo.”
Taking both in for a hug, she began to fade like the others. Only this time, she could finally move on in peace.
“Oh, there’s so much I wanted to ask you, and tell you, and learn... Well. I’m right there anyway, aren’t I? You can always talk to me.”
A kiss on his cheeks, and the top of his head.
“Goodbye, Lloyd. Hopefully, that knocked enough sense into your stubborn old man, huh?”
Her voice was the last to go, like a bell chiming happily in the wind.
“I love you both so much... Good luck out there.”
...
“This must be what peace is like, isn’t it, Kratos? Hm...~”
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I got to chapter three of tryptich on ao3 after reading part one here and then I took a break to shower and you took it downnnnn which is totally understandable and I have done so myself but I just stared at my screen like nooooo so anyway yes I am looking forward to you updating it here as you’re ready to!!! Thank you so so much for sharing, Mel. It’s hard to come by tasty overhaul fics 🥰
oh nooo! I thought I got to it before anyone else would! (and not to rub it in, my the real good stuff comes in ch 5 so extra sorry!) I also understand the heartbreak as someone who has had fics they love pulled entirely. so I guess you either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain 😔
it’ll be back up tho when I’m caught up here around ch 4 or 5! and I’m actually on track to post according to schedule for once lol since I’m rewriting and making some changes I didn’t want to have two different versions and ao3 won’t let you hide chapters, only entire works. but thank you for getting it and sorry I had to put you through that wil!
also…why is it so hard to find good overhaul fics?? what is wrong with you all that you’re just ignoring my fave trash man completely??
#if I have to write for a popular fandom then you bet your ass it’s gonna be for a less popular character#mel answers
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